The thing is, they don’t have pumpkin spice lattes on the Starbucks menu in London. And to make matters worse, the Starbucks I went into was depressing and run-down. There is not ONE run-down Starbucks in Toronto; they are all cosy and pleasant and happy places to be. Okay, I haven’t been to ALL of them in Toronto, but enough to feel confident with the bold statement I just made.
I ordered a Gingerbread Latte, thinking it would be the closest thing to a Pumpkin Spice Latte-Christmas in a cup and all that. I will admit, the first few sips were divine. Honestly, it was like my taste buds were cheering as they remembered how freakin good Starbucks coffee was. It went down hill after I got passed the whipped cream though. Like really down hill. Starbucks drinks in London are crap. Now I completely realize that I am being extremely judgemental; how do I know that ALL Starbucks drinks made in London are rubbish? I don’t. But here’s the thing: not once have I consumed a bad Starbucks drink…until today that is. And I’ve consumed A LOT of Starbucks in the last few years. It was watery and gross, two words that would have once been inconceivable to me if talking about Starbucks.
If I was REALLY desperate, I am fully aware that I could search around London until I find a Starbucks that actually makes half-decent drinks but at close to £3.00 a small cup (close to $5.00) I think I’ll pass. Seven months without Starbucks. Is it possible? It’s going to have to be I guess.
My camera has been charged with my new nifty plug converter! I’m excited to start taking photos again.
Here’s some photos of Maude (the two going on twenty two year old) eating lunch a few days ago.
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